Silverlight Terrace There is only one god

"I am a Redleaf," Wraen repeated the same wording, when she answered the dark fellow's question, noticing that he had not given his name. Maybe he was of those people, who told you exactly, what you had asked, nothing less and nothing more. "A member of Firebirds in the woods, west from these mountains," she beckoned, though this was more out of habit than to quench the other's curiousity. He seemed to be more focused on stars than on the dashing personality and origins of hers. Oh, well - his loss. 

She observed the star-dotted skies for a while in silence, found the four constellations she knew there and then asked him: "Do you hear them singing and telling stories to you as well?"